Outkast - Ms. Jackson Lyrics

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[Andre]
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

Chorus:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

(Chorus)

[Big Boi]
my baby's mama's mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin her boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I pay that
I love your mom and everything, see I aint no one to laid down
She wanna rip you up start a custody war, my lawyer stay down
She never had a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish frys, cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited
Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

(Chorus)

[Andre]
Me and you daughter
Got a special thing going on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, and if I'm lyin' find
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love theme, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever
Forever never seems that long until your grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So know this, know that everything is cool
And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

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[Big Boi]
Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me," shit,
look at the way you treat me
See you and your nosey ass homegirls got ya ass sent up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left the straddlin, ride this thing on out
And youand your girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talking about, jealousy, infedelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the D and the G they be the same thing 
So who you placing the blame on, you keep on singing that same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama

(Chorus)

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lyrics submitted by Sarah
lyrics corrected by heather on 20-10-2004